Come and Get It Mole

Wanna hear a poem I wrote?
I love you, you love me, going down the sugar tree
We'll go down the sugar tree and see lots of bees playing, playing
But the bees won't sting 'cause you love me
That's fucking great man, did you write that?
Yeah, I write songs too

The bees whispering
I know that it's not his place
Cold and sober, he can't stop his coughing
Cold and sober, cold and sober
Cold and sober, cold and sober
I am caught in the process
I'm living on a life gone by
They can't hear me, they can't hear me